“Yes’m; how to say Bommer-nibble.”
“She means ‘abomination,’” corrected Tate.
“Yes, I know. Remember, a lie is an abomination to the Lord. And now, good by, little dears.”
So saying, Mrs. Piper made an old-fashioned courtesy, and waved the children out of the room with both hands.
They put on their wrappings in the hall, and passed out, leaving the dear, queer old lady alone with her flowers, cats, and chickens.
“I’m glad we’ve got far enough away so we can laugh,” said Dotty.
“She’s crazy,” cried Johnny, “awful crazy.”
Tate hurried along, and caught up with Dotty. She had lingered behind to kiss her auntie, and receive a seed-cake from her cupboard.
“Didn’t I say it was a dear little school?” said Tate, for she had always known and loved her aunt Piper, and did not think how odd the dear woman must seem to a stranger.